On December 24, Christmas Eve, with snow falling all over the sky and a cold wind blowing, Mo Yurou stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of her study in plain clothes. The snow outside the window had already covered the lawn, and the asphalt road in the distance was almost invisible.

No trace.

Today is Mo Yurou's twenty-fourth birthday, but it is also her father's seventh birthday. This is probably the most painful birthday she has ever had.

On the desk not far away, there was a stack of photos. The two people in the photos looked particularly good for each other. The man was handsome and calm, and the woman was gentle and beautiful. But such photos deeply hurt Mo Yurou's heart.

Heart.

Mo Yurou looked at her phone. After these few days, she made a very important decision.

Mo Yurou took out her cell phone and dialed a number that she was afraid she would never forget.

Toot toot…

Mo Yurou waited patiently, but she felt nervous and scared because she didn't know if this was another phone call without a response.

"Hello, who's there?"

A woman's voice came over the phone. Mo Yurou's heart skipped a beat, but then she smiled with relief. Wasn't this what she had expected?

Mo Yurou didn't bother to talk to the woman and remained silent. The woman on the other side of the phone probably handed the phone to the owner of the phone when she saw that the other party didn't respond. However, Mo Yurou still heard something that made her heartache.

Disheartened words.

"Zi Chen, whose phone number is this? Why did you make such a strange note?"

"Insignificant person, Momo, help me make a cup of coffee."

On the other end of the phone, there came a voice that she had missed for a long time, but it was a little different from the voice in Mo Yurou's memory.

Mo Yurou was always familiar with the kind of voice that was cold and cold, but the voice on the phone at this time was gentle and gentle that she had never heard before.

"What's up?"

Just when Mo Yurou was distracted, a cold and somewhat irritable voice came from the phone.

Hearing this, Mo Yurou smiled coldly. It turned out that it was not that this man did not understand gentleness, but that she did not deserve it.

"Xiao Zichen, come back tonight. I have something very important to tell you."

"Mo Yurou, we have nothing to talk about. If you have any questions, please go directly to Liu Mingyu."

Every word of the man named Xiao Zichen conveyed a chill and dislike for Mo Yurou, but Mo Yurou seemed to have been used to it.

"Xiao Zichen, if you don't want me to make Miss Jiang the mistress that everyone in Luo City shouts about, I will see you at home at five o'clock tonight."

Mo Yurou was very aware of this man's weaknesses.

"You, you are threatening me."

It could be heard that Xiao Zichen on the other side of the phone was very angry, but Mo Yurou was not afraid at all. This had been their way of getting along this year.

"That's right! During the father-in-law's funeral, the president of a certain group had a night party with a well-known designer in his apartment behind his wife's back. Xiao Zichen, what do you think of this title? Oh, by the way, also, the president of a certain group did not attend the first seventh funeral of his father-in-law.

, but had a tryst with a famous designer hotel, I believe those reporters will be interested."

Mo Yurou spoke calmly, as if this had nothing to do with her.

"That's enough, Mo Yurou, you are seeking death."

This was enough to arouse Xiao Zichen's anger. If Mo Yurou were in front of him at this moment, Xiao Zichen might have the intention to kill someone.

Unlike Xiao Zichen's anger, Mo Yurou always spoke calmly.

"Xiao Zichen, you should know very well that I, Mo Yurou, can do anything. I made Jiang Moyao leave Luo City back then, and I can make her reputation be disgraced today. Don't forget who is your wife.

"

"Mo Yurou, don't forget how you got this identity. Every time you remind me, it will only make me feel disgusted with you."

How harshly Xiao Zichen spoke showed how much he hated Mo Yurou.

"What should I do, Xiao Zichen, no matter how disgusting you are, the wife column on your marriage certificate can only be my name, Mo Yurou. No matter how much you love Jiang Moyao, I can make her a humiliating mistress in minutes. Xiao Zichen

, I still say the same thing, tonight, I want to see you at home, otherwise, the Los Angeles newspapers and society will receive a wonderful gift tomorrow."

After saying that, Mo Yurou hurriedly hung up the phone without giving Xiao Zichen a chance to speak.

Only then did Mo Yurou realize that her hands had been shaking.

Mo Yurou smiled bitterly, then her nose became sore and tears poured out.

These days, even when she received the news of her father's death, Mo Yurou did not shed a tear. In these seven days, Mo Yurou has been strong in facing all the guests who came to mourn. She knew that in front of these people,

Tears are the most useless.

But now, hiding in a place where no one can see her, because of the phone call just now and the photos on the desk, Mo Yurou can no longer pretend.

Knock knock knock…

At this time, the study door was pushed open, and a woman about fifty years old walked in, holding a document in her hand.

"Miss, this is the document sent by Assistant Jiang."

Mo Yurou turned her back to the visitor, fearing that the woman would be worried, so she didn't turn around and said softly.

"Wu Ma, put it on the table!"

Wu Ma didn't hear anything unusual, and then she walked to the desk. When she saw the photos on the table, she was stunned for a moment.

"Miss, uncle, he..."

Wu Ma looked at Mo Yurou worriedly.

These days, Mo Yurou was busy with her father's funeral. She rarely rested or ate much, and her figure had obviously lost a lot of weight.

"Wu Ma, I'm fine. You can go out first! Prepare more food in the evening. Zi Chen will be back."

Wu Ma was doubtful. Their uncle hadn't been back for a meal in a long time. Will he really come back today?

But since the young lady ordered her, she just obeyed.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Mo Yurou turned around. There were still tears in the corners of her eyes. The document bag was lying quietly on the desk. Mo Yurou knew exactly what was inside. This was why she asked Xiao Zichen to come back today.

Next to the document bag is a photo of Mo Yurou and her father. Now, she can only remember her father through photos.

"Father, you should respect my decision, right? My father is still great and he guessed the result early on. It's my daughter who is stupid and has always been stubborn. But don't worry, it won't happen again in the future."

After that, Mo Yurou put the document away, looked at the photos, and finally threw them all into the shredder. No matter how much these two people did, Mo Yurou still loved this man in her heart.

Even if she couldn't get any sympathy from this man, Mo Yurou couldn't bear to let this man have any stain.

Mo Yurou watched the photos being shattered bit by bit, and she suddenly smiled.
Chapter completed!